During the mysterious ceremony of worshiping the dead, more than a dozen ghost warriors suddenly shouted and stood still in a circle around the two corpses. Everyone raised their hands to support their foreheads and slowly closed their eyes.
This scene, set against the dim and cold wind, seemed strange, and also had an indescribable solemnity and heaviness.
Later, these ghost warriors sang in unison, their songs were sad and sad, and occasionally there were impassioned individual tones. They used the ghost dialect, so Zhu Jiu could not understand the meaning, but it did not prevent him from watching with interest.
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At this time, the leader of the ghost tribe suddenly screamed strangely, and all the soldiers stopped chanting and opened their eyes to look at the leader.
The leader raised his hand, and one of the soldiers suddenly looked slightly happy, strode out, and came to stand next to a corpse on the ground.
The warrior knelt down on one knee with a solemn expression, pulled out a sharp black-edged dagger from his waist, and without hesitation made a deep wound on his chest.
Immediately, blood donations poured out, and the blood was the same color as their skin color, green.
The blood gushes out and condenses into a ball in front of the warrior's eyes, floating out of thin air, as if it contains magical power.
The warrior who had consumed a lot of blood looked much weaker, but the light in his eyes became brighter. He raised his hand and pointed lightly, and the mass of blood suspended in the air immediately moved towards a corpse on the ground, and finally above the corpse's head.
, hovering.
At this time, all the ghost warriors looked solemn, and even had a bit of fanatical reverence mixed in with them.
Then these warriors shouted in unison, each slashed their bodies, and condensed into more than ten balls of blood. These more than ten balls of blood floated in the air, and finally merged with the ball of blood hovering above the corpse.
The fused blood made a soft hissing sound, white smoke emitted, and suddenly boiled, and a mysterious and powerful wave was transmitted from the blood.
A low roar sounded in the blood, as if it had awakened from ancient times and spanned endless years.
Zhu Jiu, who was watching from a distance, suddenly changed his expression slightly when he heard the roar. He sensed a mysterious and powerful force. The extremely ancient consciousness seemed to be attracted by the boiling blood, and thus crossed time and space and descended into this world. He was watching and observing indistinctly.
Own.
Zhu Jiu instantly broke out in cold sweat. In his consciousness, a vague black shadow appeared around the boiling blood. This shadow seemed powerful and irresistible. It was just an illusory and unclear image.
It has made people feel unable to contend.
It seemed to be an instant, and it seemed to be extremely long. This feeling suddenly subsided, and the powerful black shadow like a god or a demon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.
What even Zhu Jiu didn't know was that at the moment when the black shadow disappeared, the Yinsi Realm Gate on the Sea of Consciousness Talisman moved slightly, and there seemed to be a wisp of black energy in the black shadow that was extracted and integrated into the Yinsi Gate.
The door to the underworld closed quietly again.
The changes in the sea of consciousness were silent and unnoticed. Zhu Jiu sensed that the dark shadow watching him disappeared, gently exhaled a long breath, and continued to watch the ghost clan's mysterious ritual.
Next, an even more magical scene appeared before Zhu Jiu's eyes.
The boiling blood seemed to be about to burn. As the black shadow disappeared, it slowly fell and merged into the forehead of the corpse of a ghost warrior on the ground.
The lifeless corpse on the ground suddenly surged with layers of sinister aura after the boiling blood entered its forehead, and quickly decomposed and disappeared, turning into a pool of liquid!
This ball of liquid gradually solidified and shrank, and finally formed a black bead. The power fluctuations of the whole bead were very strange. It seemed that there was a trace of the power fluctuations of the black shadow that was just watching Zhu Jiu hidden in it. Of course, it was far less powerful than when the black shadow came.
So powerful.
Seeing the bead forming, the ghost warrior who was kneeling on one knee was overjoyed. He immediately took a step forward. The bead floating in the air seemed to have spirituality. It floated toward the warrior in the air. The warrior reached out to catch it, wrapped it with a rope, and put it on his neck.
superior.
When the beads were worn around the warrior's neck, the ghost warrior suddenly became more energetic. The weakness that he had felt when he had released blood from his chest was gone. It seemed that even the power fluctuations in his body had become much more powerful.
Zhu Jiu looked at this group of eleven ghost warriors. Five of them wore beads like this around their necks. He lowered his head and thought about it thoughtfully...
The next time, the same scene happened again. The corpses of the two ghosts who died in the battle were finally turned into black beads and were carried around the necks of the two warriors.
When everything was over, the leader of the ghost clan walked towards Zhu Jiu, looking slightly tired. It seemed that the ceremony just now was a big drain on him.
The warrior leader looked stern and cold, but showed a hint of kindness toward Zhu Jiu and said:
"The dishonest villain will not be able to watch the whole ceremony in its entirety. He will be attacked by a ray of spirit from the roaring Yaksha God King in the middle. Since my brothers have watched the whole ceremony without any harm, we are true friends and comrades-in-arms.
, I will never betray you lightly, brother, maybe you can feel the sincerity in my heart?"
Zhu Jiu rolled his eyes secretly and thought:
"Damn it, how do I know what you are feeling in your heart? You indirectly tested me through this mysterious ceremony without saying hello in advance. It's really unkind." But the face had the same solemn expression and he returned the greeting sincerely.
After that, the leader of the Yaksha clan spoke again:
"How about inviting brothers to my tribe and giving us warm hospitality?" Seeing Zhu Jiu's expression of hesitation, he added: "Then we will set off to the ancient sacred mountain together to look for opportunities."
Zhu Jiu thought about the comparison over and over in his heart, and felt that the more than ten warriors who were around him at the moment were far superior to him in strength. There was no reason to plan to trick him into going to their tribe and then plot to assassinate him, so he deduced based on this.
, being invited to their tribe, it should be relatively safe, so I readily agreed.
Afterwards, the group set off again. During the conversation on the road, these ghostly Yaksha warriors became much more affectionate than before.
Zhu Jiu took the opportunity to ask about the specific steps of the previous ritual. The leader of the ghost clan explained happily without any concealment. This was related to their racial magical power. Even if outsiders knew the specific steps of the ritual, they could not copy it. Therefore,
This warrior leader had no scruples and answered almost all of Zhu Jiu's questions.
It turns out that there is a mysterious power hidden in the blood of the people of the Yaksha ghost clan, which can communicate with the spiritual consciousness of a Yaksha ghost king in the dark.
This ritual is to use the power of blood burning to summon the dim consciousness of the extremely powerful Yaksha Ghost King to come, and the warriors who donate blood will receive the blessing and protection of the Yaksha Ghost King.
The black shadow that Zhu Jiu sensed earlier was actually a trace of the awakened ghost consciousness of the Yasha Ghost King.
After the ceremony is held, the selected sacrificed corpse will be condensed into a bead. The warrior who successfully condenses the bead will be called a one-star ghost bead warrior in their clan.
The ghost bead warrior's subsequent practice can absorb the power essence condensed from the corpses of the same race in the ghost bead, making his body stronger and stronger. Not only does his practice progress double, but there is almost no resistance until he breaks through the fifth level.
After describing the details of the ceremony to Zhu Jiu, the Yaksha ghost warrior suddenly sighed and said:
"Actually, our tribe is not the original inhabitants of this land, including the God's Relics and Fierce Demons you just saw. Neither are the indigenous people here. According to the records in the tribe, we seem to be imprisoned here. As long as we are imprisoned here,
Still on this land, our people will never be able to break through the realm of one-star ghost bead warriors, which means they will never reach the fifth level at most."
The ghost warrior became depressed when he said this, and continued after a while:
"Every hundred years or so, when an abnormality occurs in the ancient sacred mountain, we can say that we have spent more than a hundred years of accumulation of our entire family to enter it, just to find a way to leave here and return to the world. In this continent
Legend has it that only the ancient sacred mountain has a way for us to leave. Otherwise, due to the influence of some mysterious seal in the body, we will die silently as soon as we leave this continent."
Commander Yaksha turned to look at Zhu Jiu, his eyes brightened slightly, and he said:
"We do not exclude outsiders from joining, and even actively invite you. This is because there are special prohibitions in some places on the Ancient God Mountain, which seem to be specifically targeted at people who grow up on this hidden island continent. It will be relatively easy for outsiders to enter. We
This team sensed an anomaly in the ancient sacred mountain. According to past practice, outsiders must enter the mountain in the near future. The team sent by the tribe to fight with the other two major races to snatch the outsiders has finally gained something and will not go back empty-handed.
, can’t make the difference.”
Zhu Jiu remained silent after hearing this. He finally understood why outsiders like them were not only not excluded, but could also quickly join the local indigenous camp. It turned out that they had great utilization value, which was in line with common sense.